Draco/hermione Novels & Stories

she asked. “Sure,” Jake replied,” I don’t mind, it actually belongs to the house". He said,smiling at Ruke, who did not look happy with the thought of hermione going for a swim in his brother’s pool. “Thanks” Hermione replied gratefully. She started walking back to her seat. She suddenly slipped and would have toppled over if Ruke had not caught her swiftly,as she was closer to him. They both felt the tingly feeling, as their bodies touched and hermione blushed so obviously, that Raphael couldn’t hide his grin, which further embarrassed hermione.

The hall went dead silent. Kaelan walked right through the terrified crowd, heading straight for me. The notorious, ruthless Dragon Chancellor looked at me with a rare softness in his eyes. A faint smile even played on his lips. But the next second, that smile died. His eyes locked onto the glaring blood on the back of my hand. And that humiliating shoe print. Instantly, the golden slit of a dragon flared deep within his ocean-blue eyes. "My mate." His voice, a low growl, echoed in the hall.

Those eyes burned like an unquenchable flame, testing her patience and scrutinizing her every move. Dragon sat beside his wife, Olivia, who exuded confidence and satisfaction as she spoke to him in a calm tone. His sleek black hair and sharp gaze made him resemble a meticulously crafted statue. Yet, what truly set Dragon apart was the commanding aura that surrounded him—a power that demanded either respect or fear. Jenny, on the other hand, wore a simple dress that highlighted her natural beauty, her wavy hair and green eyes giving her a captivating, understated charm.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

One of them said, A devious plan was hatched in the meeting, if that didn’t get her out then it would be the first of many. Later, when the ladies had filed out after an oath of secrecy. I sat alone, thinking. Draco was not incapable of love as I had said, he just hadn’t found it. And with the way he touched Scarlett, I knew he had finally found the one thing we never thought he could have. But I would make sure he lost it before he even knew he had it.

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

I thought maybe something was wrong with the amulet, this explains it. “Draco was clear that we are to wait,” the stupid chief witch jumps in. I hate her. She terrorized me when I was a nobody here. “Draco is your leader now?” I ask, intentionally getting her in trouble. Draco is the most powerful wizard. He is the leader of the north hemisphere. Arrogant and pure evil. My master does not get along with him. “I…I…” she trembles when master shots her a deadly stare. “I will get everyone ready,” she adds and runs off. Pathetic coward.

Torches burned in iron brackets on the walls, casting dancing shadows that made everything look like a nightmare. And everywhere I looked, there were eyes. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Glowing in the darkness between the pillars. Watching me. "Ah, the half-blood awakens." A voice echoed from somewhere above. I looked up and saw a balcony circling the room. On it stood a woman with silver hair and skin so pale she looked like she had been carved from ice. She was beautiful in the way a frozen lake was beautiful—stunning, but capable of killing you if you stepped wrong.

Freja seemed to notice and leaned on one foot, suspicion in her eyes. “I’m more than a noble, Freja. I’m...a King. The King of-” “Dragons.” She finished, her eyes widening. Slowly she started to pace, her fists clenching and unclenching. Cressa watched as Freja connected the dots. She had seen Zarek in dragon form, his claws; his eye color even. Her eyes flickered between Zarek and Cressa as she paced. Anger swept the confusion from her face rapidly. Another emotion soon followed, her eyes filling with tears.

I know I have my mother to fight with me and I also know who I am now and how my decision matters. "As my daughter, you know you have a responsibility to fulfill for this pack, Hermione! This is the only way for us to end our conflict with their pack and avoid the war that might kill hundreds of werewolves in ours! You have to do as I say whether you like it or not! That's an order." He walked away, leaving me those words that just made me loath him more.